Cold, wet, Cat-In-the-Hat day, still the animals were munching. On the fence, not politically, was a hawk. You'd think that all would fly and run for cover with this predaor around. The squirrels seemed disinterested in its presence. I guess they figured it was too small to catch them.
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
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